Sunday, January 23, 2011

Balls In My Face

We are officially the only MetLife presence in Berks County. We opened an office in a realty building less than a mile from home (thank you recession for cheap rent!), and we've found so far that we can - obviously -work much more efficiently from there than we can from home. Even with a little "helper," to my deep pleasure.

And because that helper was indeed SO helpful this past week, we decided to take her and Stevie to a new playplace at The Works called Ballocity. The Works is a Dave and Busters-esque place here in Wyomissing. What I didn't realize was that is wasn't really going to be an open place, but rather a hellish labyrinth of crawly tunnels, with a ball pit in the middle of it instead of a minotaur.

I'd rather have the minotaur, I think.

After ten minutes of crawling around with the kids, I had a sweat mustache and my internal temperature had to be at least 5000 degrees. Plus, my hips 'n' butt got stuck between two rollers. And to calm Norah down (it was really quite overwhelming in there, I witnessed a 5-year-old take down his same aged brother/friend/whatsoever by the neck and pull him through a tube like something out of one of my beloved horror movies), I was able to placate her by gathering a tote bag full of balls, giving it to them so them could load them into one of the cannons on the upper levels and shoot them at me while I stood in the middle of the ball pit.

Those soft, squishy balls...HURT. And because I was a semi-willing target, ALL of the other children up there also decided to take aim at me. The end result was me staggering out with a soaked scalp and mascara raccoon eyes desperately looking for Joe.

The things we do for our kids.

Upon returning to Exeter, I insisted we stop for a bottle of wine and some hair dye. The wine worked great, the hair dye didn't so much. You can't tell I did anything with it. But I did enjoy the wine.

I also got to spend some surprising quality time with Stevie - I put in a Netflix movie called Micmacs (a Jeunet film) and watched it. He watched it with me, his very first French film.

And I think, just maybe he enjoyed it.

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